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THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
These are all of the “ Rolv-pole-sir ” 
(Rhopalocera), as a farmer once said to 
me, that I have met. All the Heterocera 
that I recognise are common ones, but 
I have a good many that I cannot name 
at all. 
Can any one refer me to any papers, 
in the ‘Transactions’ or other scientific 
journals, on the Lepidoptera of Madeira? 
A mere list of names will be acceptable. 
What moth does a large dirty white 
larva, feeding in the stems of sugar-cane, 
come to? — Somerled R. Macdonald, 
Quenlo do Jusmeneiro, Funchal, Madeira ; 
April 26. 
SEASONABLE NOTES. 
Gamekeepers. 
In the “ merrie month of May” the 
entomologist is annually reminded that, 
however harmless and peaceable he may 
believe his occupation to be, he is still 
looked upon by one class of men as 
worse than a rogue and a vagabond. 
Gamekeepers have a horror of collectors, 
and now, when the hearts of others are 
opened and softened by the genial in- 
fluences of the season, his whole nature 
becomes more indurated than usual, and 
he nerves himself to do battle with every 
thing that moves through a wood, be- 
cause it may disturb the game. “ I’d 
rather see any mortal thing than you 
fly-catchers,” said one of these feudal 
retainers once to me, “ ’cause you gives 
us more trouble nor any other kind o’ 
warmint.” I attempted to show him that, 
in the paths of the wood, I could do no 
more harm than himself ; in fact, not so 
much, as my weapons did not explode. 
“ That’s all stuff,” said he, “ the birds is 
used to me and a gun ; but they ’re fright- 
ened at one o’ them ere flappers o’ youru.” 
He saw things from a different point of 
view, and I might as well have argued 
with him on the matter as with a mile- 
stone about distance. 
Once I remember crossing a field in a 
wood, and when about half way over the 
keeper issued from a copse on the other 
side and advanced to meet me. “ Hollo 
there!” shouted he, before he came near 
me. I waited till I should be on closer 
terms, and then he resumed the conver- 
sation with, “ How did you get in here ? ” 
To which I meekly replied, “ In the 
proper way — through the gate.” “ Then 
did you not see the notice?” “No.” 
Collectors never do see such things. 
Well, then, he would tell me that it said 
“ All trespassers would be prosecuted, 
and all dogs would be shot.” Of course 
I was dreadfully alarmed, not knowing 
which of the two punishments was to be 
my fate, nor whether one was worse than 
the other ; but after a little “ soft sawder ” 
I was allowed to retreat unhurt. 
In another wood, where I had permis- 
sion to go, I was accosted by the keeper, 
and he condescended to explain to me 
that the last year there was very little 
game, and he had told his master that it 
was “ all along o’ them fly-catchers, and 
there never would be no game as long as 
he let them come, for he knowed they 
stole the eggs as well as frightened the 
birds off their nestes.” 
Now we all know that the impulse 
with collectors is so strong that they 
do not, as a rule, hesitate to go wherever 
their game inhabits, and so they do not 
wonder that they are treated as tres- 
passers. There is no help for it ; if they 
will go, of course they must pay the 
penalty. There are, however, some woods 
where access is free to all, and a few 
where admission may be had for the 
asking; and it is the duty of all to take 
